Overlooking the park, she saw him staggering,
Her presence hidden, not wanting him to see her;
She tried so hard to help him too many times.
Once her husband and a successful lawyer,
Now a wandering, begging homeless drunk.
She tried to help him after the inevitable divorce,
Let him stay in their home for awhile
Until he stole money from her purse,
Valuables from her living room to
Feed his ever consuming addiction.
She never saw him after that day in the park.
He had vanished and never found.
He had made enemies when a lawyer,
One of them might have killed him
And hid his body under a construction site.
He might have killed himself somewhere secret.
His disappearance remained one of those
Missing persons mysteries for the rest of her life.
She died a lonely, depressed ex wife,
Remembering on her deathbed when they
Had a fairy tale life she never wanted to end.
Bob Boyd
